[ Scoldings were scoldings no matter how light or harsh they were. Frankly, the number of times that she’d experienced them in her lifetime were far and few between. She could probably count on one hand the number of times that she had been scolded to the point where it had been bad enough to make her actually cry and feel an iota of guilt of what she had done. Early on as a child she had learned how to wriggle her way out of them, or at the very least, make them as short as possible.

And batting her eyes and asking nicely? Those were definitely tactics that she had employed. She does it now in fact, turning on the simpering charm and casting him the biggest doe eyes and fluttery lashes she can muster. It isn't long before she breaks out into a laugh that's more snicker than gleeful giggle. ]

I’d pay to see the three of you in a room. Ferdie, Lorenz and you to be clear. I think it would be really funny.

[ With the meat seasoned she begins to skewer them, alternating them with the vegetables she had cut earlier. The laugh in her voice subsides into something quieter, something more gentle. As genuine as it is, it's clear that it's said with some level of care, as if she's watchful of any bitterness that might coat her tongue after the fact. ]

Claude is lucky to have you looking after him though. He gets in the habit of thinking he has to do it all himself.